ROMANCING HER BILLIONAIRE LOVER

Her heels rattled down the hallway as she tried to find his way to her room. The receptionist downstairs had been more than ready to let her into his room. Not surprising. The billionaire playboy must have frequented this place with numerous women whom he barely knew their names.

It's just a mission, Emily told herself as she approached The room. All I have to do is have sex with him and secure my place as his personal assistant, steal from him and leave him forever. He's never even going to see it coming. She had no idea how much longer she would keep crossing paths with Edmund Hamilton. 

She reached the door that had the number on the card that the receptionist had given to her. Emily lingered for a moment, preparing herself for what she was getting into.

Her cheeks burned and a lump settled on her throat. What if he didn't like her? She pushed the thoughts away a moment later and slid the card before the sensor. The door hissed open. She was not at all ready for the first image she met inside the room.

The room was tastefully furnished with fine linen curtains and a big mushy bed that had rose petals scattered on it. Edmund sat all comfy on the bed, sipping from a glass of red wine. He wore nothing but a small pair of shorts. His chest was covered with curly hair. Two pink nipples stood out on the hairy mat on his chest.

Emily stood frozen at the spot. Edmund's body was a beautiful work of art. He rose to his feet when he saw her entering the room and led her in. Then, he slammed the door behind him and stood before her, his towering frame rising above hers.

Edmund plastered a smug smile on his face.

"You came!" He said, gazing closely at her. His figure was dominating and intimidating. His hands ran over her shoulders, slipping away the spaghetti hand of her gown. It fell on her shoulders, revealing two succulent moulds on her chest. Edmund eyed her chest hungrily.

"Are you going to do this or not?" Edmund said sharply. It came out of nowhere.

Emily pulled herself out of her thoughts and came back to the present. She smiled slowly at him, biting her lower lip in a way that seduced him.

She ran a finger from his chest down to his torso and said,

"By the time I'm done with you tonight, Edmund Hamilton, I believe you will see more than enough reasons why you have to hire me."

Edmund's eyes glinted at her. He'd taken the challenge. He kissed her fully on the lips and pushed her gown downwards, until it fell to the floor. He tilted his head and traced his lips down her neck, warming her up, steadily, lovingly. 

His hands trailed her body, stopping at her waist and squeezing it gently. She moaned softly, throwing her head back so he could properly possess her. Her ecstasy knew no bounds and the sensation of joy that flowed through her was hard to control.

Edmund gently pushed her to the bed and slipped a finger into her middle. A soft gasp escaped her lips and it brought a grin to his face. 

“You like it, huh?” He whispered into her ear, grinding his body into hers.

She closed her eyes and put her arms around his neck, spreading her legs wider so he could start exploring her. He started to finger her until her body exploded under him.

She burned with pleasure, like a supernova blazing after its fiery explosion. Edmund was pushing her to the brink of elation and she was excited to do this with him. He was gentle, rough and an orgasmic mixture of both.

She cried as he continued to finger her, her loud moans silenced by his lips closing on hers. This is heaven. This is paradise wrapped in the body of a delight-invoking stranger.

She didn't know how long he made love to her with his fingers but she know she was slightly heartbroken to see him stop. But then, he moved slowly away, awarding her a view of his gorgeous abs. His chest is a solid wall of sculpted beauty, grooved and broad to her deepest satisfaction. Just how she loved her men!

He finally leaned back to her again, reaching down to kiss her. As his lips captured hers again, he brought her hand to his hardened cock.

God! He was lengthy, and she loved him like that. She stroked him tenderly and he just continued to kiss her. A few seconds later, he was trying to swallow the growl in his throat. But he couldn't. His dick throbbed in her hand and there was something just beautiful about the way his bright blue eyes glinted with raw pleasure.

She stroked him until he was quivering, the musky scent of their body fluids filling her nostrils. Then he took her hand away and slowly entered her. She embraced his length with closed eyes and arched her back so he could go deeper. Edmund slid in and out with the rhythmic thrusts of a man who wanted her to remember every bit of that night. 

Every thrust plunged her into the depth of genuine happiness. Their bodies connected in ways she couldn't comprehend but it was fiery, enveloping, the sort of electrifying connection that rippled through her body and left her in complete awe.

Thirty minutes later, Edmund's rapid groans informed her that he was about to come. His cock throbbed inside her. Then, he began to slow. With a force that surprised her, he jerked out from her middle and shot his load outside her vagina, the warmth of his semen tingling her thighs as he rubbed his cock against her body. 

Almost out of breath, Edmund rolled away from her and they lay on the bed for minutes, just staring at the beautiful ceiling of the hotel room and thinking about what they had just done.

When he spoke again, he said something that stabbed her in the chest like a billion needles. “We are never going to talk about this, right?”

She swallowed the sob that is now threatening to burst out of her, shame stinging her cheeks. She'd not been good enough, obviously. Edmund would never hire her as his personal assistant. She'd failed at the mission. This was worse than her first heartbreak. This was heart-shattering!

“Yes.”